CHRONICITY

I was keeping a vigil in holy town 
on a water cut. Lucy, Lucy did you have 
a dirty mind? 

This luciferina, will not tell the truth. 
Venus and Venus flytrap had a 
parallel birth. 

And I was facing the dismembered tragedy 
of freedom, unblooded in alien land 
of unthinkable prayers. 

Where the country will carry my pilgrimage 
of fears and apprehensions? I thought, 
and therefore I disappeared. 

In convoy of great ideas, the escort was 
a beautiful god, who went to sleep 
when assault came. 



Satish Verma